Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Technova,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.